Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Picked Apples In A Graveyard Freshly Mowed, artist - Richard Dawson. Album song The Magic Bridge, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 19.10.2015
Record label: Domino
Song language: English
We Picked Apples In A Graveyard Freshly Mowed |
We picked apples in the graveyard freshly mowed |
The flight of flies peppered the sky |
I could feel the sun between my legs |
As we pressed our fruit, the labyrinth of the dead |
Hold me, hold me |
And never let me go |
Hold me |
The metal basin groaned |
Under the weight of the fruit we’d earlier gathered |
Spiders drowning in a silver spiral |
The next door neighbour’s cat |
Is a ribbon of smoke around my ankles |
I am listening for your key in the door |
Hold me, hold me |
And never let me go |
Hold me |
I awake to the screech of a fox in the street |
Carrying your soul in its teeth |
Through the snow |
I invite the forest into my bed |
My bed which is a river |
Hold me, hold me |
And never let me go |
Hold me |
Hold me, hold me |
Never let me go |
Hold me |